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life 2 min read 478 views Feb 15, 2017

Final day of stay

Your house chores are not done,

 you don't have enough Jesus,

you can't discipline your kids no matter the reason.

Petty woman picking about everything under the sun.

I'm not allowed to fight but this b**** got the right one.

We don't want you to get a job, that's why this works so well

you're set up for failure and without our God you all go to hell.

We don't care about your struggle, you all have the same story.

It's about how you are all lazy and still looking for Glory.

Evil standing in the open preaching on religion.

Praying we're wiped from the Earth, catch it on television.

But is there even left just one Star of Hope

that will evaporate the tears and help me cope

with the fact that I'm not in the best of situations

but I'm human and willing to rebuild my Foundation

stronger than ever because I was born with a purpose

I have more value than you know my life is not worthless.

Keep your God over there it's not the God I serve.

My God is Jehovah and he keeps his word.

The scriptures say he will do exceedingly, abundantly, above all you could ask or think

but sometimes you have to go through some stuff before you get to these things

Get off of religion and get with spirituality.

That's my mentality

stop the brutality

where is your morality

Eye level with our reality

Eviction notice : final day of stay

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It is more than an honor to scribe alongside someone who would set Jesus on fire and nail the devil on the cross. Now that's what I call purging. Much Respect and welcome to the Vibe.

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